This week, I stumbled into two great examples of how food brings people together. First, we scored some local grains (for free!) from a poster on a Yahoo listserve for local parents. Super! After a short trip and a nice conversation, we are the proud owners of two quarts of local oats and some helpful info on CSAs in the area. Not quite sure what we’re going to do with the oats, but I’m excited . . . → Read More: Building Community Through Food

If local food folks call winter the “Dark Days”, I’m going to call spring the “Doldrums”. Stagnation, indeed! Watch out, strawberries and lettuce! I’m going to snap you up in a couple of weeks. For now, I’m thankful to have several places to by fresh, quality food, and for the skills and time to cook, so I won’t complain too much.

This meal was not really local at all, but instead of hiding our non-local . . . → Read More: The Doldrums

We’ve finally dug out of the snow and are starting to normalcy. We actually had a lovely weekend! Erik and I both got home in plenty of time on Friday afternoon to hunker down. Our neighbors across the street had a blizzard block party, so we spent Friday night pretty much ignoring the blizzard in favor of drinks and games. When we headed home around midnight, the streets had completely vanished and we waded . . . → Read More: Surviving Nemo + Blizzard Pancakes

Hello all! After a fantastic wedding and honeymoon, we’re back to cooking like ourselves again. It was a few crazy weeks of delicious restaurant meals (and crackers shoved into my face when time got away from me), but now it’s time to settle into some better eating habits. Luckily, it’s summer, so healthy eating is (relatively) easy, especially for those of us with a CSA or you lucky, hard-working folks with a garden. Just keeping . . . → Read More: Smashed Zucchini on Toast (or What to Do With All That Zucchini??)

My dad has many amazing qualities. He can make a game out of anything – including rolled up socks, the packing material from our new blinds, and a big bucket leftover from some construction project. Incidentally, bucket rides also illuminated one of my mom’s best qualities – trusting that her husband wouldn’t put her kids in the hospital and letting us have some crazy fun.